Chapter 17-/- (Journal)

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* One week later*

Dear Diary,

I don't know if anyone is going to ever read this, but things here in Toronto have gotten worse. Since I told Max about the antidote for this "virus" others have found out as well. We have had mobs attack us trying to get the medication from us. Severals died. To be honest, we haven't used it yet. We all fear that it won't do anything, and that it may kill the "test subject". We only have 13 people left in our group:

. Me

. Caroline

. Shawn

. Max

. Jack

. Nathan

. Caleb

. Denis

. Olivia

. Kennedi

. Emad

. Ewan

. Tai

Everyone else however, they either disappeared, died, or left the group and haven't been seen since. 

Along the road trips we've gathered many supplies like guns, bullets, knives, food, water, clothing, toiletries. It's been a rocky path, but we've managed this entire time. We now are in this lodge area near the sore line. East of downtown Toronto. Our last house was demolished and raided, so we fled. Our overall plan is to go to the one island and build huts there, until we can cure some others. I have no clue what we're supposed to do. The world as we know it is ending, and there's no way it will ever be normal again. Is this really how we will live the rest our our lives? Who knows. All I know is, those around me I need to keep even closer to me than before, because we can't bare to loose more. 

Last night me and Caroline put together some test medications that we can inject into someones skin. Then we can see if it will cure any of the infected, like Emad. He hasn't turned yet, but he will. Very soon. 

The only problem is, 

we don't have a test subject.

Even worse, we need one

That's why I'm writing this journal..



..because I am that test subject. 



- Bryanna

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